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Heather Weeks Mar 2013
We are set to die
Today
Whether it is written in the stars
Or the fate of our blood
We fought till the end
And till the end she chose you
She haunted me in my last hour
She told me maybe
She told me if
But reality is,
It was always you Brother
I will always be the dead expectations
The secret hero of the night
And I know she loves you brother,
But my love wants to fight
And in our last hour,
She chose you.
Oh how sweet is Death?

Every look in her eyes was a breath
I was there for her when you weren't!
She cried into my chest over my own blood
She kissed me
And I left her not remembering you
How could you come back and take that from me?
How am I supposed to forget lips like those

She is a curse,brother
No, love is a curse, brother
And when I die, it will have won
Though,
Death has chosen me
And for that, I love her
Heather Weeks Mar 2013
Drag on the cigarette
Where would you like to lie?
Do you believe you deserve that pillow
The grass suits us better

Take a drink
Ill dig up my hidden wine
We will warm through our throat
Through our veins

See you, you've hurt me many times
So don't lecture me.
Ive chose my poison
Time for us to drink
Heather Weeks Dec 2012
Useless thoughts choke me
Its hard to forget and forgive
Velvet lips smack me around
My swallowing doesn't help
The sun can't hear me
And the sun doesn't understand
His glow outshines me dimming
Heather Weeks Dec 2012
It was always you,
Clouding my mind with those eyes,
Starring all my dreams,
Awake or not.
You filling my journals life.
You that had me flickering my eyes.

It was always you,
That made me cry.
That took my shove of words.
That took a part of me that I didn't get back.

But now, its him.
And everything is different.
Heather Weeks Dec 2012
Give me a break.
I am cold but flushed with sweat.
My mind flutters to you.
Is the pain worth it?
Its sickeningly intoxicating
Slipping into a bitter haze
Heather Weeks Dec 2012
Why is there lies?
Trips my eyes and throat with his tongue,
Dislodges his word jumbles into my ears.
To amuse?
Not even a stutter breaks it.
I see no end for us.
Just false hope.
Heather Weeks Dec 2012
Love is like coffee
Bitter righteous sweet
Lukewarm perfection
You can sweeten
Stir the milk
But when its gone,
the after taste is horrific
You will have the effects for awhile
Until it wears off
Then your empty

Until I find another you
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